Isaac Asimov was one of the most prolific writers of all time, with a book count of over 500 as well as countless articles, letters, and short stories. Why did he have to do this? Did he think the rest of us needed a few hundred more reasons to feel inadequate?

Then, to top it off, he had to go and write books that were good, influential, andmade into movies! It’s enough to make a writer wonder, “Why even try?” I mean, come on……500books?! Thanks a ton Isaac, for making the piddling efforts of millions of writers seem absolutely pointless!!

Maybe, if I can overcome the narcissistic wounds that Asimov’s legacy inflicts on my ego, I can learn something about being a more productive writer. I don’t want to, but perhaps I should, entertain the unlikely hypothesis that his motive for writing was something other than a malevolent desire to do harm to my self-esteem.